EXMA. SRA. FRANCA was widowed fairly early too - from her husband Vitorino Pimentel. A fair woman with a warm personality, she passed away fairly recently...
EXMA. SRA. FATIMA, veuve du venerable Domingos Pimentel, s'est remariee depuis...
NANCY PIMENTEL
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(non, c'est pas des farces...!) - her dreams of archeology fading away - e, depois, o archivismo aparecendo como uma coisa muito chata mesmo... Me, I wish I knew her namesake!
Exmo. Sr. Luis Pimentel, in all likelihood, left his own lineage behind - but in Venezuela.
If any of his descendents sees this - get in touch, cousin, and dread not my greeting; I am only unagreeable with cousins who lack proper people skills! Luis Pimentel was born circa 1915 and emigrated around 1940... I've located many graves around the globe where a "Luis Pimentel" was laid to rest - but none appear to be this one here.
The siblings Benjamin/Manuel/Ines forgot to tell some relatives they "were not in touch with" regularly that their own MOTHER had passed on... After all, they had all failed to inform a certain someone that their brother Domingos had died too; and that certain someone was Domingos' own GODFATHER FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, whom he admired so very much...
Similarly, Sao herself forgot to inform a great many kins that her saintly mother Lionilde had passed on (but she likely had no idea how to reach anybody - not the case for the sibling trio) and the Rebelos forgot as well when not 1, not 2 but 3 of their own passed on...
I taught them all a lesson when I informed each and every one of them - despite not "hanging out" as much as I could have, maybe... It is proper decorum; it is the minimum display of "delicatesa" and the right thing to do. I SHOWED THEM ALL HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE DONE, WHEN SOMEONE NEAR AND DEAR TO ME PASSED ON... I doubt anyone learned the lesson well though...
The daughter of this branch married a gent I'll hereby call C-Man.
And, for all his "entregent" (as they say in Quebec) C-Man rubs me the wrong way.
You see, C-Man sells cars - that says it all right there, does it not? He was also a detestable landlord (aren't they all) and an all-around smug individual whose smile I simply cannot trust... He sired two insipid "youths of today" - "des Québécois pure laine", once again, proud representatives of Generation Y - the son, especially, takes after his dad a whole lot, I think... Daddio used to be so hard on his tenants; I see another Gourgen (read: devil) in him! No, C-Man here is simply not the kind of guy I would trust. In brief, C-Man falls considerably short of his lookalike, Roberto Carlos, who sings Jesus Cristo - a favorite of mine! His wife, I.P. II, has very few of the qualities of her elder namesakes - something that is true also for the "Lady I" named after her aunt but belonging to the R-branch, however it is to a lesser extent there... Verily, I would say that THIS Ines has more in common with Ines Pedro - a woman who married into the family, the same unfortunate way (or much worse, actually) that C-Man did, but, fortunately for her part, never bore any offspring...! All of them wish they were Ines de Castro, I'm sure...
C-Man is really one of "the others" - he did do more than a great many of them too, giving me his sympathy when it was time to do so. However, both before and after that, he was just hanging out and talking as if eveything was taking place in a party-like atmosphere; and it sure wasn't the case.
Sra. Maria Jose Pacheco Pimentel (RIP) must have regretted allowing this marriage to become a reality before she too passed on...
But then again, her daughter and the groom deserve each other.
No need to force yourselves to be civil, anymore. It is *me* who does not want to exchange any more pleasanteries - ever. You were to come and visit my father, while he lived, and never did ultimately. Even though it was on your way to go see the aforementioned Sra. Maria Jose Pacheco Pimentel...
I am sure you will never make the mistake of visiting ME now... If you do, it could turn out like what it SHOULD have been like in 1996 (read on - just scroll further down this page!)
Benjamin Pimentel is a photographer - he will say that he is a "professional photographer" but the truth is that anyone with a PhotoShop program on their computer can do just as well as he does, without dishing out an exaggerated fee!
Benny is good at "curtesia de pataco" - that he truly mastered, yes! He'd do that with good ol' Tio Gilberto...
He, his wife, his acupuncturist-wannabee son and wayward daughter (living in sin!) are always dealing with the public - in Benny's own words "THEY HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LIKE EVERYONE"
But they only pretend that they do, really. At least that is the case for Benny himself.
His eldest, Simon, doesn't pretend to, at all - being a brutish garage worker, he figures he doesn't have to... Kudos for his honesty -disarming a very finite number of times as it truly is- if for not much else at all, ever. Still trying to figure out where Manuel's annoying wife, Madalena, and her brood fit in all this - likely right here as well... Manuel's excuses for the whole lot of them for NOT having done what they SHOULD have done way back then, in regards to my father, are what prompted me to write all this here! It made my blood BOIL. I simply spared him my fury because I showed consideration - for his health.
May I add here that all I say in these parts of the net are also based upon an old adage some cuz may actually affectionate: "Quem nao se sente, nao é filho de boa gente" And I am definitely filho de muito boa gente - yes.
IT IS SO IRONIC THAT THE REBELOS DID NOT INVITE ANY OF THESE HYPOCRITES TO THE FUNERAL OF SERAFIM DA LIMA ON MARCH OF 2007 --- FAZ PARA TE FAZER, BENJAMIN... INES... MANUEL! YOU WILL SURELY NEVER FORGET THIS, NOW?
However, since this sort of thing is still happening after my exemplary moves, it appears that the genuinely kind-hearted Sr. Adriano Rebelo still has to either learn his own lesson - or have a taste of that medecine as well! Truth is, he is always being invited to sad events since *the* sad event that concerned me... A priminha inteligente tambem n�o aprendeu; after all, she is the true culprit in the latest failure to inform kins regarding a demise... I figured so much; I said it before, didn't I? Some people will simply never assimilate a lesson, well-taught though it was...
On the American side, I simply cannot fathom what goes on in the brain patterns of some of those guys... Looking so much younger is certainly not a guarantee of alertness and lucidity for the likes of 'Andrea Doria Grey' - while her hubby's decade advantage has turned to the opposite as his uncanny resemblance with 'Puzo The Clone' becomes more striking each year that goes by... Their son won't be able to *duck* these questions for much longer either...
� bon entendeur, salut!
Summer of 1996 -
Tio Gilberto, goaded by prima Elena and in the company of auntie Alcina and the aforementioned Benjamin, all came to visit my FATHER - when I was away... It is good that I was away because, if I had been there, there would have been one MAJOR M�L�E... For, you see, my father was under MY PROTECTION - but I could not be at home ALL THE TIME. I was out, taking care of business, and my mother would stay with my ailing father. My Dad was NEVER left alone - and yet, that witchy prima Elena theorized that such was the case, with NO KNOWLEDGE AT ALL of my habits or of anything at all, really! And the rest of them ACTUALLY FOLLOWED HER LEAD...?!? Unforgivable lapse in judgment, right off the bat... But wait - there's more!
When they got here, Elena apparently formulated the "surefire plan" that would have the door opened and the red carpet rolled out for her and the three stooges; one of them would knock on the door like a woodpecker while the other would stick his or her finger in the doorbell AND NEVER LET GO!
This with full knowledge that they were doing this at the door of a man who had suffered a stroke three years earlier; my father. I always FOUGHT, with whomever, to ENSURE PEACE AND QUIET FOR MY DAD... AND HERE WERE FOUR MORONS WHO ARE ACTUALLY BLOOD RELATIVES DISTURBING THAT PEACE AND QUIET, LIKE THAT?!? The way a brainless child with a bunch of his little friends would do, verily...
Elena was, allegedly, a social worker of some sort at some stage of her life. The stooge must have learned the rules by heart - never fully understanding a thing, in reality. Sure, there are certain procedures that can be followed in certain cases - BUT IT DID NOT APPLY HERE. Verily, I have never met a social worker who was more abysmal than she - and I have seen a few pests there too! She takes the cake in that department though... Especially because she goaded them all furthermore into alerting the POLICE and the LOCAL SOCIAL SERVICES over this...! And, of course, the police told them they were exaggerating and, upon seeing my dad, the social services saw nothing wrong as Elena had painted. I was home then; I let in the social services people because THEY did not ring the doorbell like crazy, at least! (Well, truth be told, I HAD INCAPACITATED SAID DOORBELL - and it remains so TO THIS DAY.)
You know, the Good Book Says that we shall forgive ALL WHO BEG FOR OUR FORGIVENESS... Or at least ASK for it... NO ONE EVER APOLOGIZED TO ME, TO MY DAD, TO MY MOTHER FOR THAT SENSELESS DISTURBANCE! Not the mastermind, prima Elena, not the dim-witted pawn, not the accomplices - NOBODY! Hence, I CANNOT FORGIVE THIS MAJOR FAUX PAS. If you wanted to see my Dad so bad, Elena Querida, why not write in first, so I could arrange a ONE-AT-A-TIME VISIT...? No - the woman wrote in, instead, AFTER THIS SPECTACLE... AND NOT TO APOLOGIZE! This is INSANE behaviour!
If I had been at home, I sure would have rolled out the red carpet, oh yes - just so it would sponge out the blood from all the nosebleeds I would have induced in my dear visitors! (Okay - only two of them; I couldn't possibly disrespect an uncle and much less an auntie...! Everybody else is fair game though!)
WHAT THEY DID WAS AND REMAINS UNFORGIVABLE - ESPECIALLY IN THE LIGHT THAT THERE NEVER WAS AN APOLOGY ISSUED!
My father had had a STROKE - more specifically spelled out for you, it was a brain hemorraghe. And you brainlessly cause him such perturbances, a mere 3 years after that, like so many twits who care not about another's health but only demand to have all doors flung open to you, WHEN you demand it? And if said doors are NOT flung wide open for you, you act like a witless child, without the slightest consideration for another human being's welfare? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?
Dad could have panicked, tripped and hurt himself on the way to open the door, had a heart attack - that is IF the silly lies you espoused as the truth weren't indeed lies. (Father was not alone at home - EVER. Mother was with him, when I was out; you inconvenienced her too, with the silly doorbell play.)
If any ill had come to my Dad due to you four, I WOULD HAVE SUED YOUR A$$ES!
You never understood that Dad did not NEED to see you guys - did you? All relatives like you did to him was ANNOY him. (Heck, you ANNOY ME!) Also, my mother was ill for all these years too - you never factored THAT into the equation either. She could not host anyone; I could, but I had to be there, right? Add to all this the fact that Dad could NOT , in fact, receive visitors - his health was always adversely affected afterwards. WHO KNOWS THAT BETTER THAN ME, EH? ELENA? That witch is lucky she lives so far off, in tropical storm country, or I would ring HER doorbell for a solid 20 minutes straight, just to see if SHE likes it!
I can't readily knock on auntie's door either... And Tio Gilberto is gone now - he's seen the error of his ways as he stepped onto St-Peter's presence, I'm sure...
All that remains of the feeble-minded foursome, hence, is Benny! Well, I took care of you, Benny - and you didn't even realize it! But now you do, don't you... Still, I'd like to dot the "i"s one final time, WITH EVERYONE THERE... Care to organize THAT party/reunion, ELENA?
A SHORT LIST OF THE PEOPLE THAT I COULD HAVE/SHOULD HAVE INVITED TO DAD'S FUNERAL:
(Hint: if these guests had been invited instead of the ones I sought to teach a lesson to -by emphasizing blood relations over anyone else, as tradition calls for- I would have THEN contacted a caterer and had Gregorian chants sung as well... Since I invited those that I did, I cut down in all the excesses; after all, my dear Dad was not going to partake much of any of it and the people who *did* attend did not deserve any freebies nor any refinement for the senses...)
THE PEOPLE I SHOULD HAVE INVITED ARE:
Dona Isabel Rodrigues & her husband (also named Adriano - Adrianos are good guys!)
Sr. Florido & family
Dona Conceicao Da Costa & her husband (they who had a very ill daughter)
The Bigras brothers
The Hachem family
The Koohestani family
G. & R. Milot
Mr. Ahgilleas & family
The Alexandrovas
The Gratton family
Dona Maria do Carmo de Oliveira e filhas
Os Correias
Os Soares
Sr. Tomas e famila
Armand G. et sa famille
Sr. Evaristo Faria & family
and several personal friends.